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　　In the following few hundred years, the gigantic cocoon entwined with thunderbolts shrank a bit. The rolling purple-red thunderbolts on it became increasingly faint, as if gradually vanishing.

　　This made the big yellow dog quite worried. It always felt that Chen Xia was going to suffer from malnutrition. Therefore, it specifically went to study thunder techniques, intending to "nourish"Chen Xia.

　　However, its path to learning thunder techniques was not smooth. Often, it was all thunder and no rain; it couldn't conjure real thunderbolts.

　　The big yellow dog also blamed itself a bit, thinking that it was too useless.

　　It also knew the news of Chi Yu's departure from the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. Moreover, not only Chi Yu, but now many disciples had left the Vast Heaven Sword Sea one after another.

　　Not everyone was willing to accompany the Vast Heaven Sword Sea through its final twilight.

　　Furthermore, the disciples all had bright futures and diverse lives. It was even less likely for them to accompany the Vast Heaven Sword Sea to face its end.

　　Just Chi Yu's departure had already made the big yellow dog extremely sad. In the first few days after learning the news, the whole dog was stunned, staring blankly at the sky all the time.

　　Zhang Daoming couldn't bear to see it like this and tried to comfort it. "All good things must come to an end. As long as you can survive, you'll meet again in the future."

　　The big yellow dog propped up its head, still looking very dejected. "But what if Chi Yu can't survive?"

　　"That's fate. But no one can predict the future. Instead of worrying about the future, it's better to live in the present, right?"Zhang Daoming advised gently.

　　"Hmm."The big yellow dog nodded its head, still looking glum, staring blankly at the huge cocoon, thinking of a terrifying thing.

　　What if Chen Xia died in the future?

　　Just thinking of this question made the big yellow dog feel sad and unable to cheer up.

　　Chi Yu's departure was like a knife, cutting a long, thin gash in its heart.

　　However, the big yellow dog didn't blame anyone. It only blamed itself for being too useless. If it had become a Great Emperor, Chi Yu wouldn't have had to leave, and Chen Xia wouldn't have had to endure Third Elder's disdain.

　　In the one-thousandth year of Chen Xia's transformation into a cocoon.

　　The Third Elder, who had been silent for a long time, spoke out. Standing above the heavens, facing the entire Sword Sea, he announced with authority.

　　"From now on, any cultivator who leaves the Vast Heaven Sword Sea shall never return. Whether dead or alive, there will be no place for you here."

　　The disciples and elders below remained silent. Although they already knew in their hearts that the Vast Heaven Sword Sea was gradually declining, it still felt incredible when they really heard such words from the Supreme Elder's mouth.

　　The Vast Heaven Sword Sea, which had been prosperous for several great eras in the star region, had finally reached its time of downfall.

　　After that, the Third Elder said another sentence. It wasn't about the Vast Heaven Sword Sea but was directed at the Sword Forest.

　　"I'll give you another thousand years. If you haven't broken free from the cocoon by then, get out of the Sword Forest. This spring that nurtures sword qi is not for you to break free from the cocoon."

　　The time given was quite generous, at least that's what the Third Elder thought.

　　Apart from the Third Elder, no other Supreme Elder spoke.

　　The entire Vast Heaven Sword Sea seemed to have completely quieted down, like a dying old man, waiting for the final moment of its end.

　　This was the first thousand years of decline. After the Third Elder made his announcement, three formal disciples left together. Before leaving, they knelt down, clasped their fists, and bowed deeply towards the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.

　　"Get out! Once you leave, don't come back!"The Second Law Elder, who was in charge of recording, shouted unceremoniously.

　　"Thank you, Master, for your nurturing grace!"The three said in unison. They were all registered disciples of the Second Law Elder.

　　"Humph!"The Second Law Elder snorted coldly, putting his hands behind his back and not replying.

　　The three formal disciples stood up together and didn't say anything more. They walked towards the distance.

　　"Go out and make a good life for yourselves. Don't disgrace the Vast Heaven Sword Sea!"A sudden shout rang out.

　　The three formal disciples turned around excitedly, clasped their fists, and bowed again, speaking passionately.

　　"Yes!"

　　Perhaps ten thousand years later, the Vast Heaven Sword Sea would have been destroyed, but they could still carry the name of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea to distant places.

　　In the one thousand two-hundredth year.

　　For the first time, an elder left the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. It was a newly promoted elder with a not-so-high cultivation level, only at the first level of the Overturning Sea Realm, but he came from a good family. He was personally picked up by a Heaven-Mending Realm cultivator from his family.

　　No one in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea cared. Normally, if a Heaven-Mending Realm cultivator dared to enter the Vast Heaven Sword Sea like this, he would have been slapped to death by a Saint long ago.

　　But now, no one cared, and no one came to see him off.

　　Let him go. The Vast Heaven Sword Sea didn't try to keep him.

　　This was the first formal elder to leave, but definitely not the last.

　　There were more to come one after another.

　　Among the 280 formal elders in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea, by the one thousand five-hundredth year, there were only 200 left.

　　The seats of the other 80 elders had been cleared out of the Supreme Hall and thrown into the Sword Sea.

　　Now there were exactly 200 elders, but it surely wouldn't stay exactly 200. The departure of elders had just begun.

　　Elders with prospects, good families, and backgrounds were impossible to stay with the Vast Heaven Sword Sea to face the end of the great era.

　　They went back to their families to hide. Although they would be affected, they were sure to survive and have their own futures.

　　Perhaps they could even become Heaven-Mending Realm powerhouses. They shouldn't tie themselves to the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.

　　Since the formal elders had left, how could the disciples still want to stay?

　　Now, most of the disciples who were still willing to stay in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea were trying to take advantage, such as going to the Heavenly Pavilion to learn supernatural powers and techniques.

　　Or they were favored by some big shot who didn't want to leave and were given inheritances.

　　This was an opportunity.

　　These disciples wanted opportunities, so they didn't leave in a hurry.

　　In the one thousand seven-hundredth year, a new piece of news joined the wave of cultivators' departures.

　　Someone among the Fourteen Sons of the Vast Heaven had left.

　　It was still a promising Great Emperor seedling. Without saying a word, he just detached himself from the Vast Heaven Sword Sea and disappeared without a trace.

　　The Fourteen Sons of the Vast Heaven, which had been set up by the Vast Heaven Sword Sea in the past, now seemed like a joke. There were no longer Fourteen Sons, only Thirteen Sons.

　　And everyone knew it wouldn't stay at Thirteen Sons. Some people boldly predicted and gave an answer.

　　Zero.

　　Neither the disciples nor the formal elders wanted to stay in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. There was even less reason for the promising Great Emperor seedlings to stay.

　　It was very likely that the number of remaining Great Emperor seedlings would be zero.

　　In the same year.

　　Pan Dadao came to see Chen Xia in the cocoon. His old and frail body limped along. His hair was all white, and his eyes were cloudy. He just stared blankly at the cocoon.

　　The big yellow dog sat by the side, folding its paws across its chest. After looking at Pan Dadao carefully for a while, it suddenly exclaimed.

　　"Why are we all so old?"

　　"Birth, aging, illness, and death are normal,"Pan Dadao chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the cocoon. He shook his head and continued in a low voice.

　　"It's just a pity. I probably won't be able to see Chen Xia again in this lifetime. I originally wanted to say a proper goodbye, but now I don't have the chance."

　　The big yellow dog quickly comforted him. "It's okay. Hold on a little longer. Chen Xia should be almost done. I see the purple thunder is gone, and the cocoon has shrunk a lot."

　　"Okay."Pan Dadao nodded in agreement. His eyes were cloudy, and a faint smile appeared on his wrinkled lips.

　　"If I don't make it, I hope you can deliver a message for me."

　　"What message?"the big yellow dog asked.

　　"Thank you."

　　Pan Dadao replied.

　　In the one thousand eight-hundredth year, Pan Dadao passed away in his cave. He died of old age.

　　His funeral was not grand. There was no purple-gold coffin, just an ordinary wooden coffin.

　　Only Zhang Daoming and the big yellow dog saw him off.

　　It rained lightly that day.

　　After the rain.

　　A small grave was erected.